Joni's Call Home

A sweet mellodious voice
Pours out - into me -

A faint smile caresses my lips
Eyes twinkling with laughter -
  with sarrow

Sweet memories of
Spray painted pretty counters
Making frozzen waffles
Topped off with butter and sugar coated cinnamin

"..fearful when the sun was full of thunder
and tearful at the falling of a star
And season they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down...."

Up and down, up and down
The two of us begging you
play "washingmachine" with us in the pool

"And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look"

Soft music
Calling me back

Bitter sweetness -
Reminiscing that is -

Warm sun greets my face
Stepping away from the door -
away from the mellodious voice -

Shading my eyes
I smile

Pushing it all aside
I have a garden calling my attention

"...we can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game..."